wroteafewpoems

[benpett]

#1

I can’t remember---
the words on my torn pages
just words though
if I meant them they’ll last for ages
in my mind in my heart
poisonous blood running through my art

I read the whole book
now what?
read another to use the words
painting pictures most assured
to be clear though my view is blurred
our world is blurred
short sighted
future goals
little kids with heavy loads
the human condition
to be more like god
erecting monuments and eating
dirt
make the best of what you got
but we’ll never be sated, never
done
until it’s gone and we’re all back to one
a dead man in dirt
flower in the sun.

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#2

Coincidence like 1:11 or 1:23
take time to consider Gravity
the Gravity pull of anything
around and around
orbits of thought
making bridges to
nowhere
there is no coincidence
maybe a theme
or a place you keep
where everything’s related
but I can’t be fooled
by seeming truths
there aren’t enough eyes
to see the whole picture
who said anything about a picture, anyway?
the whole Earth is a canvas
in the eyes of a man
run run and paint as fast as
you can
but if you mess it up
if you didn’t think it out
and if the world ends up ripped
torn
tossed
in a waste bin
if you give up on it, and let time
wipe it clean again
then, if you could
see the world as might be
as was
as tiny organism
as single cell
as part of this vast wide
emptiness
clean and pure
then, would you feel a need
to do as we do
taking making building up
down
I’m the same as anything else
slowly spiraling down
by the
Gravity
of things.